The spirit moved me today. Woken well before dawn, I was informed that today should be one of worship. Worship all that is holy in my life. A truly ennobling day.
I finished planting the remainder of my volunteer tree collection by midday. Six hollies, six cedars, and a yew. I love planting trees. I’ve already lost count of how many I’ve planted even this year.
I did so many things early in the day that they cannot all be accounted for. I saved the best for last. Today was a spectacular day for making photographs. The light was absolute perfection. October on Cape Cod is best for this light. It cannot be described any other way than by photography. It is the language of light, and the literature of light can only truly be rendered photographically.
As a photographer that has made many errors in judgement over many years, I feel qualified to characterize the quality of light unconditionally. It is my right. As in all things that are right, we have access to instinct to guide us past any indecision. Purity in anything is apt to be invisible to anyone trying to find it. When purity is in the mind, there is no mistaking the clarity of no reason for vision. We see, we feel, we are there.
Thus did I venture forth again to Sandy Neck for one more uncountable journey. This time was again fantastic. I immediately encountered a concept I’d never truly grasped. A new way to photograph. Commitment to a single lens is a form of photographic purity. Commitment to camera support (a monopod today) is another. The statement begins to be made in the commitment to portage and to limits.
Each day, a walk. For many years have I lived this fortune. Breaking open the cookie, and finding the message is my analogy for searching past my creative boundaries. If I strive for this every day, I shall never be a slave.
You are offered the dream of a lifetime. Say yes!
